From Daddy
Death is only an old door
Set in a garden wall.
On gentle hinges it gives at dusk,
When the thrushes call.
Along the lintel's green leaves beyond,
The light lies still.
Very willing and weary feet
Go over that sill.
There is nothing to trouble any heart,
Nothing to hurt at all
Death is only a quiet door
In an old wall.
Author Unknown
Miss you, but will let you go,
Love Daddy XOXOXO
